Secret Agent Direction || One Direction [On Hold]

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Zayn's POV~

"Where the hell were you last night?" Liam asked me sternly.

God, I hate these questions.

"I said I'd went out for a walk, didn't I?" I reminded him.

"Without gettin' mobbed?" Harry asked, wrapping a towel around his waist. 

I nodded. " Yeah, you know just put on some disguises."

"I noticed you've been goin' on quite a lot of walks lately." Niall butted in, stuffing his chubby little face with cereal, a little milk dribblin' down his chin.

"Yeah, the air's quite fresh in London. Besides, we got ourselves a month of break. Don't tell me it doesn't feel like heaven." I contradicted.

"No, our break starts tomorrow, we got our last show tonight." Liam said, tapping his phone.

I facepalmed myself. God, I forgot about that. And I was thinkin' of going to find a lead later on and search for the guys with the grey suits.

"If I didn't know better I'd have thought that Zayn was probably a spy at night. You know like- Agent Malik." Louis said seriously and we were all silenced.

Harry, Liam and Niall looked at the both of us suspiciously.

"Yeah." Louis finished, obviously satisfied with his guess. I gulped nervously. Could he have-

Then he burst into a fit of laughter. Like, the rollin' on the floor kind of laughter.

"Ah, I'm just kidding my little Carrots, you should've seen your faces!" he cried, holding his sides.

The rest of the boys laughed along and I tried to cover up by laughing also.

"Yeah, if Zayn really was a spy, he would tell us, right buddy? Cause it's no fun being a spy on yer' own." Niall mumbled, nudging me with his wet spoon.

I wiped my hand on my sweatpants, smiling weakly.

That was close. Uncle Si would seriously kick my butt off the Agency if I'd blown this off.

Harry threw a plastic bowl at Louis and after that, it was all wrestling on the ground, kicking and shoving and their foots in each other's mouths.

I pretended to yawn and stretch.

"Tired, buddy?" Niall asked me.

"Yeah, long walk last night. My whole body's so tired." I lied.

"Get some rest then." Liam ordered me.

"Yeah, the show tonight ain't gonna run itself. We can't do the show with one of our bandmates faintin' in the middle o' the show." Niall said, ushering me up.

So then I was forced to retreat into the room and climb under the duvet covers of the top bunk. Liam locked the door, instructing me to sleep.

"Don't let me see one tweet. Or you're dead, Malik." he said sternly before shutting the door.

Good. Locked in the room, just like I planned to do.

I took out the garbage bag I hit under my side of the matress, carefully.

I took out my suit and sniffed it. Eh, it was good I guess- I mean, could be used for another mission. I promise I'll wash it later. Or just ask Uncle Si for another set. Or ten.

Then there was the bowtie which had a recording device on it. God, I had a lot of recording device, including another set of M-7 earpiece.

And then there's the grapplin' hook, micro camera disguised as a ring, a belt with a floatation device to be used in events where I was thrown into the water, spy watch, deceptive phone protectors, a credit card that actually was fulled with lock-picking neccessities when pressed at the right spot and tons others.

I placed them into a black backpack I fished from under Liam, Louis and Harry's bottom bunk- like they'd ever look under there.

I placed the parachute in it's place and inserted the suit at the top of all the gadgets in the bag and zipped up the whole bag. I sighed, looking at the watch.

How the hell is this case gonna be solved if there ain't noone out there doing their jobs?

Then I heard my phone beeping. I mean, my secret agent phone. I tapped the ACCEPT button and a holographic image of Uncle Si came up.

I could never get used to that. The shock of it gets me all the time.

"I heard the boys have locked you in your room. Good. But, be quiet." he instructed.

I nodded although he was the only one who was speaking.

"We have a rookie on the block. She came into the Agency at midnight after I excused you last night. She was sent by the CIA to assist the agency. Certified, don't worry." Uncle Si started.

My eyes widened.

"A rookie?" I asked.

He nodded in reply. Then a small picture flashed on the holographic image. (A/N: Pic on the side)

The girl had shoulder length blond hair and very pretty eyes, might I say. There was a name underneath it. 

Charlotte Brooks, Agent 0025

"She looks nice." I commented and Uncle Si clicked his tongue dissaprovingly.

"Not here for love, Agent 0012. Now, it seems that the plan for you will not be undergone tonight. So I will send Agent 0025 in to cover."

"That's not fair,Uncle Si. I've been working my arse off for this mission, you can't just give it away to a rookie." I argued.

"She'll only cover for the night. Just to find a lead on the HQ. She reckons that if we can track down their HQ by tonight, she can infiltrate the army and make her way to Point A and possibly grab some evidence in the process. Sound good, doesn't it. Relax, Zayn." 

 I wonder how I've never thought of that plan.

"Fine." I nodded.

"And the boys have been a bit suspicious, yes? Did they ask for your whereabouts last night?" 

"Like every other night." I confirmed.

"They'll know soon, later. I'm guessing we can do something with the lot."  

"But they're too immature, Uncle Si." 

They were not ready for this. Risking their lives.

"You weren't too, when I selected you." he reminded me. I sighed. True.

"Yeah, but we can wait, can't we?" I asked him nervously.

"When the time comes, Zayn. When the time comes. We shall do whatever it takes." 

"Any theories on the big plan?" I asked.

"Not yet. But if everything goes according to plan- we'll have a solid lead by tonight."

I just hope the rookie does her job well.

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